Sun & Moon came together and you, child of the constellation family, were placed as a seed into dark earth.
Left there, you gasped for the air that there wasn‘t.
But with beautiful boldness you rose, pushing away crumbling sod,
begging, begging your roots to descend that they might give you what you needed to crack the dry earth‘s crust.
Your seed-head butt the ceiling until it ruptured. The Light was the first you had seen since the community of stars watched you be planted; Sun.
She saw you & you saw her; resplendent Love & Harmony.
She saw you & you saw her, and I, from a distance, saw you there, destined too be the most majestic tree yet to dig roots in this soil.
I saw myself
in you, in the yellow chair,
with your legs pressed against one another
on its arm like hopeful ideas tossed over
two decades of rubbish theology.
Melancholy like smoke
wafted from your tobacco eyes;
you would have cried
if not for the hope sounding in your heart:
dachshund nails clicking against the hardwood floor.
I saw your shoulders shaped by the fear last year left. Memories like
bubbles from the alcohol
in secondhand champagne flutes
rose to tickle your lips
as you sighed a tired greeting to the year
that we did not know
would surprise us
with new beginnings born from the bonfire
of several candles
Dry leaves blew out from under the red Christmas lights
on your concrete porch
when I saw you there:
when I saw myself
Happy Birthday, Em. I love you & cannot say enough thank yous for who you are to me!